Archive for the ‘Lala’s Larks And Lamentations’ Category

We’re Both Better Now, By The Way

May 29, 2020

The other day I told Lala that apparently I wanted to empathize with her more, and therefore pulled something in my back out of sympathy with her own recent pulled back.

Her response: “That was painful and dumb.”

She then went on to assure me that she was kidding, and she hoped that I felt better faster than she had, but with a lead up like that, I had NO problem telling her that, “Put that way, I hope I do too!”

Day . . . What Day Is This?

April 7, 2020

After initial resistance, have conceded the fact that Lala is gone, and have begun feasting upon her remains.

(She’s fine, just elsewhere for the duration, but this rather gory thought came to me today as I began in earnest to polish off some of the perishables she left behind.)

This Is Why It’s Important To Tell Someone You’ve Rearranged Where The Supplies Go

March 6, 2020

Me yesterday:  Huh, I didn’t think we were out of that creamer yet.  Oh well, I can open another one.

Me today:  Wow, Lala is really going through the creamer lately!  Time to open another one, I guess . . . 

Lala to me not long after that:  Please tell me you didn’t open another creamer!

Yay, I’m Going To Be Famous

December 17, 2019

You know you’re talking to family when you mention in passing that you’re feeling queasy this morning and that almost never happens to you, and the instant response is “Maybe you’re pregnant.”

Insane Insight In Action

December 4, 2019

(Let the record reflect that I do know today is the anniversary of this blog; I just don’t find that fact very interesting at this point, and, yes, it is magic to be married to me.)

Yesterday Lala misspoke and created the word “overneath,” a feat for which I initially teased her.  “Congratulations,” I facetiously told her, “for creating a nonsense word worthy of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party; a word they would doubtlessly use to describe the placement of their saucers as they . . . stacked the cups and saucers on top of each other, making the saucers over one cup and under another . . .”

I shook my head wryly.  “Actually, that’s a pretty good word,” I had to admit.  “Congratulations.”

My Mother Would Have Found That Hilarious

August 14, 2019

Yesterday a storm rolled in with surprising speed, and I found myself thinking of my grandmother and how she absolutely loathed such storms.

That’s why when I alerted Lala (who was taking a bath at the time) about the storm, I found myself saying, “Lala Lou!  There’s a storm comin’ in!”

Sometimes Virtue Really Is Its Own Reward

July 1, 2019

Me:  (thinking)  That looks like some kind of delicious cinnamon cereal!  (out loud while resisting the urge to steal a piece from the bowl while Lala isn’t looking)  “What is that?”

Lala:  “Pork rinds.”

Me:  (blanching)  “I’m really glad I didn’t steal some then!”

I Was Deeply Offended (Because Her Joke Was Better Than Mine)

June 18, 2019

Lala got me some beard conditioner for Father’s Day because there have been one too many “Ouch!  Pokey!” complaints from the household of late, and I wanted to give some conditioner a shot.  When she gave it to me I found myself looking mildly askance at the brand name, “Naked Prince.”

“I prefer princesses, given a choice . . .” I started to say, but Lala both cut me off and topped my intended joke.

“Especially for rubbing on your face,” she concluded for me as innocently as it’s possible to say something like that innocently.

Maybe She Has A Point After All

June 14, 2019

Paraphrased from a text conversation between me and Lala:

Me:  “Just dropped L’s Mother off  for her appointment.  Now to make the decision on how to spend my time for a bit.”

Lala:  “You’ll find some place awesome.  You have that knack.”

 Me:  (thinking) I don’t know if that’s really accurate.

Me: (Also thinking, but now after I’ve finished eating)  That deep fried raspberry cheesecake with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and caramel drizzle really was pretty good.

Shared In Honor Of Lala’s Return From Camping In The Woods

May 31, 2019

There once was a chigger,

Who wasn’t any bigger,

Than the point of a very small pin.

But the lump that he raises,

Itches like the blazes,

And that’s where the rub comes in, comes in,

That’s where the rub comes in!

– A bit of old verse taught to me by my mother